After the plane reached a certain altitude, the pilot told them that they could untie their seat belts and that the flight to Las Vegas would take just under an hour. Since boarding, Himena had barely spoken. Since she agreed to be his wife for a year, Rick more or less organized a wedding in the chapel in the City of Sin. He believed that the seemingly romantic wedding in the chapel in Vegas would seem much more legal to his father's lawyers than the one in the town hall. Rick unbuckled his belt and got up from his seat. He went to the bar of his private jet and took a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket. As he opened it, he glanced at his newlywed fiancée. She looked thoughtfully out the window with her fingers tightly intertwined in her lap. Strangely, he is the one who puts everyt
